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https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/25/brand/#commentsSun, 25 Sep 2011 14:24:44 +0000http://stuti1.wordpress.com/?p=1220Once, Zubeen Garg, stopped his one friend at the midst of the conversation……because his friend was explaining very proudly different prices of the different brands of his out fits in which he felt himself very esteemed that day. Other friends of that group were listening whatever he said about those brands.

Zubeen was silent till the moment of his impatience. When the things crossed its limit, Zubeen simply said his friend that branded works should be important for someone rather than the branded outfits which could be bought by any one. The works by which you can be in every one’s heart and mind and by which you can do good deeds for at least one person, then your life would be something worthy to be lived. Your branded outfit is not important…..your work is important. Zubeen showed his friend his very cheap shirts and pants which he bought from the foot path of Mumbai and in which he was very comfortable at all the time and more importantly in which he never felt to be ashamed of himself.

I listened to the above incident of Zubeen regarding his concepts about the works from my friend who was also present at that time. Frankly speaking, I was really impressed about the thoughts of Zubeen. I also believe in works, not the extra things which we people try to show others very frequently.

My husband always says that great men never focus themselves by their physical appearance…..their works are the identity for them for which they ignore the other things.

But still I like to be in good and attractive out fits…..but honestly this is not my only preference to live my life. I am surprised to see the fast growing culture of Guwahati, where people like to show others first than to look at themselves. My sister says to me that we can be in simple living in Mumbai because nobody looks at us. But here in Guwahati, they have to maintain a status only to show others, otherwise people may raise questions on their status!!!!

Simple living in Mumbai!!!!!

People prefer to be in simple living, because Mumbai is the most high-born and fashionable city in the entire country. People like to be economy because they know the value of money and the shortage of everything. In Mumbai, people have seen both wealth and poverty……they meet people in Marcedez Benz or BMW and on the same road; they have met people collecting the wastage foods from some roadside Garbage dustbin also. They have seen people working hard to get one simple shelter in Mumbai.

That’s why they have given importance to their works, not the branded outfit which they may not deserve to be. My mother always gives importance to the use value rather than the price value. Price is not important, if the usage of that item is not necessary.

But honestly, here in Guwahati, I have noticed, people feel proud in purchasing something in high price rather than its actual price. Today, I went to the Goenka, GS road, where I noticed this sort of environment. Some people were busy on whether other people were noticing them or not. They wanted to show something extra in purchasing cloths which identified their personalities very clearly. I became sorry for those people who gave the chances to the businessmen very badly to crook the common people. Because for some one’s showy behavior may hamper some other common people who may not be in that position to purchase their most essential things.

Honestly, I found myself to be very backward who never supported to pay the high price without a second thought only to show my status. Because I believe, whatever I am, my status is showed by my personality and my works, not by my outfits. I want to be known by my BRANDED works, which I am trying all the time, not by my physical appearance which I am carrying all the time.

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]]>https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/25/brand/feed/4stuti1Home Sweet Homehttps://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/24/home-sweet-home/
https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/24/home-sweet-home/#commentsSat, 24 Sep 2011 16:33:03 +0000http://stuti1.wordpress.com/?p=1215I found Indigo airlines to be the worst airlines I have ever travelled by….I must say. This was my second experience…..still I found the same status of the airline’s service. I don’t know why Indigo requires lots of time to do the same jobs which the other airlines do in less time. My first time experience was also horrible, still I booked my ticket only because of its lowest fare which was shown on that particular day. Being from a middle class family, we have to run our life according to our affordable systems rather than to SHOW some thing extra which we are not actually in the real life…..we have to travel always in the economic class, not in the business class.

Anyway, for me, the greatest irritation of this airline is the halting time in Kolkata….it is almost one hour which is really frustrating for everyone who travels from Mumbai to Guwahati. I think Indigo takes the maximum travel time between Mumbai and Guwahati…5 hours 5 minutes…..horrible journey in a complete dry flight.

Still I tried to be refreshed myself in my whole fly as I was on my way to my Home land. Finally I landed in Guwahati, one of my relaxed places in my way. I booked one private taxi to my destination that is Bhangagarh, because after a long fly, generally people are not in a mood to bargain with the taxi drivers at the airport stand or to wait for the other passengers in a shared taxi. I was in a hurry to reach home. But my first barrier was the heavy traffic jam at Jalukbari. I heard the comments about Guwahati at the airport as a very Dirty, Clumsy, polluted and crowded city. I ignored those comments because I guessed those were the newly landed people who had the wrong concept about my city.

But the same comments came automatically from my mouth when I got blocked at the midst of the artificial flood due to the heavy rains at the Lakhtokia area. The moment, when I was at the middle of the 2 feet depth flood and the water was passing through the car, was more horrible than my journey. I simply prayed to God keeping my feet up to the seat, to save my life and luggage. Very bravely, after almost half an hour, the driver got succeeded in crossing that horrible flood.

Yesterday, Guwahati was hit by several artificial floods in many areas. I personally met two of them…one was at the Lakhtokia and the other was at the GS road, the most busy areas in the entire city. This is a common and exhausted problem for the Guwahati people. They use to get adjusted themselves for those artificial floods which may happen after any heavy rains at any time.

I don’t know what is the problem behind…..who should be blamed for the really clumsy and artificial problems of the city. I simply wish to listen good things about my home land and want to continue my RELAXED and CLEAN stay to the end of my holidays, so that next time, people, like me, would not have to be worried to fly to our Homeland…..that’s it.

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https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/22/reply/#respondThu, 22 Sep 2011 06:18:51 +0000http://stuti1.wordpress.com/?p=1208Recently I had an argument with my junior at IIT, Bombay. We shared the same Lab as the Department is under renovation, so there is a sitting problem in the entire Department. Professors have to share the same cabin until and unless the renovation gets over. We do not have any problem in sharing the same lab, because our individual sides are quite comfortable in their way. But sometimes we face some problems regarding the key. We have to issue the key from the security booth which is a little bit away from the Department. Our lab’s one side is the server control room……so one professional also share that part. He is very particular about the key as his part is very sophisticated.

Since both of us have the key permission, we manage the key in ourselves. Generally I issue the key because I arrive at the Department early and my junior deposits the key as he leaves the Department late. Things are going smoothly when I maintain my regular routine. Whenever I had to come late, I used to go direct to the Department without going to the security booth. But interestingly, I found the lab closed. So instead of getting puzzled, I started ringing my junior asking about the status of the key and then do the necessary jobs….because my junior never informed me about it at first.

In the last few days, I was running a very hectic schedule at the Department….I did not get a single moment to think for myself….those were my official works. So one day, I forgot to collect the key and went directly to the Department. I found the lab opened because of the other person who looks after the server. I sent my junior one message asking him to collect the key. But after several hours later also, he did not reply me. In between of my works, I had to issue the key…..well, that was really not a matter for me.

What gave me the ultimate irritation was his ignorance of the message. I often noticed he neither replied any messages nor called me back if he found any missed call from my side. I asked him whether he got the message or not…..he replied that he did not see the message yet!!!

I placed one argument that if he is carrying one mobile that does not mean that he ignores the usage of the mobile. Mobile replaces the land line phones only because of its usage so that we cannot miss any calls or any messages. He again replied me that he never responds any missed calls or any messages….his argument were that if the calls were important then the person would call him again. Moreover if he will miss any message also, then also he will not bother for it.

I asked him if the messages which he ignored, carried the message of his parent’s expiry and he would see it after two days…then what would he do for that!!!! He became speechless….this time he could not place any point in front of me.

I have met some people who did not reply any messages…..instead of that, they called that person. That is different…..this does not mean their ignorance of the said messages. But I have met many people who neither reply any messages nor call someone back. My sister never opens her inbox, because she thinks that all the messages are commercial messages…for which she misses many important messages. If you are busy and cannot receive the call, at least send one message telling your status so that the person from the other side may send you something important through the message. If you find any missed call in your mobile, then calling that person back shows your etiquette which focuses your high personality also. This should not be a matter of wasting your money and time.

Some people expect to call them in a regular way in the name of friendship or family relationships…..but they never think that how much they call others asking their days. Whenever my husband opens his facebook account, he says that there is nobody to write something in his wall or say something in his post, whereas I get instant replies against my post. I tell him that it depends on how much he interacts with others profiles. Instead of counting the amount of phone calls from your friends or relatives, if you step forward to their company first, then automatically you will get the similar response.

Instead of waiting for my calls, my mother calls me first asking about my arrival at any place or about my results of important works. Honestly speaking, informing about the whereabouts or any plan was not an important matter for my husband also……but when he noticed that I never missed to inform him about my arrivals or my whereabouts, slowly he started adopting the same habit.

It’s really true that….you will get the same what you give others. So instead of expecting the care and affection from others, start caring and loving other first.

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]]>https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/22/reply/feed/0stuti1My first Love was rejected at Nabinhttps://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/12/my-first-love-was-rejected-at-nabin/
https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/12/my-first-love-was-rejected-at-nabin/#commentsMon, 12 Sep 2011 14:39:18 +0000http://stuti1.wordpress.com/?p=1203The beginning was with one blackboard, which carried the general information of the next get together of the Nabin: the literary forum of Cotton college. I had seen it just in front of the Conference Hall. Those were my new days of my college life. What attracted me the most was the names of those Poets whose poems already touched my heart and mind….whom I was keen to meet in my real life.

I stepped forward to attend that meeting whose venue was one room at the ground floor of the Main building. I imagined the arrangement would be a huge arrangement, because I had seen quite a few famous Assamese poets’ name in that Black board. But my first Nabin meeting was an very informal get together with the least arrangement through my eyes. But that informal get together left its foot prints in my heart for which, today I am writing some thing about our Nabin, just to recollect those memories, those life lines, those faces and many more unspoken words.

Afterwards, whenever I was informed about any get together of Nabin, I did not think twice to bunk my classes. Because my Mathematics major classes were not canceled due to the Nabin meetings. Nabin was a way of my relaxation, where I could listen different poets’ own recitation. Those were my most heavenly moments in my college life. I was not a poet, but I was also inspired to drop a few words in my pages in the passing times of Nabin, which might be the least priority words for the Nabin people. But I still remember the moment of my joy when I saw my name in the wall magazine “Fenhujaali”.

For me, Nabin meant Manju Madam (Manju Devi Pegu)….without her presence, Nabin meetings were not held there. Keeping aside her ill health, Manju madam was always ready to enlighten the charm of the get togethers. Nabin was that platform which produced many well known literary intellectuals. I am really proud of those, who are now at a very good status in the Assamese literature.

But Nabin gave me the highest pain also in the name of Love….my first love at my teen age….I must say. From the very beginning of Nabin, I ran to those Nabin meetings only to listen HIS poetry. I had found my life in his words. Whatever he was writing, those carried the fragrance of my life….I liked to be with it for the maximum time of my life. He was the upcoming Poet at that time. He was also well known in the Assamese literary world. Slowly I started falling in Love with his words. I was becoming Mad for his words. I kept waiting eagerly and impatiently for his next writings….it might be his worst poem also.

Slowly my Love for his words turned into the Love for him….without my knowledge. He got the MISCONCEPT of my Love, which was mainly for his words, not for him personally. With the help of some people, my Love was focused differently in the Nabin with the passing time. But my poet was truly in love for some one else who was also at our college…but not in Nabin. So definitely my Love had to be rejected from his side….because whatever he dropped through his pen, those were meant for her only, not for me.

My true love for his words was turned into that love which I did not feel for him…..the whole episode definitely hurt my sentiment. That’s why, slowly, I started avoiding my Nabin craziness, where I was the most rejected person in the name of Love. I started ignoring his writings also….because my love became the matter of my Prestige and personality also.

Slowly, people could understand the actual picture….even that poet also who had the greatest misconcept about himself. But that was too late…..I could not replace myself forgetting every thing in the same platform of Nabin. Now he is one of the famous poets of Assamese literature who starts writing Novels also.

I have not mentioned my Nabin issue any where in my life. But today, I simply want to say, whatever it was, my love was really pure and innocent….for which he lose atleast one reader of his write ups, which may definitely not a matter for him……I know.

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]]>https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/12/my-first-love-was-rejected-at-nabin/feed/1stuti1The pleasure of some thinghttps://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/the-pleasure-of-some-thing/
https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/the-pleasure-of-some-thing/#commentsFri, 09 Sep 2011 13:24:07 +0000http://stuti1.wordpress.com/?p=1196From the time of my remembrance, I have seen the Prantik at our home…..it is a periodical of Assamese literature which has its own dignity. Prantik was more than a friend for me…..because I knew it from my very childhood and about whose I knew every thing. I knew every article, every subject and every topic which they followed in their pages. I have honestly read many Novels published in the pages of this magazine before they got published in their Book form.

After quite a few years back, Jeevan and Xatxori got published in the print media. I was initially touched with Jeevan while I was in Guwahati. Jeevan is also a very good and relaxing magazine from my view point whereas about Xatxori I know a very little. Still I assumed it also a very high standard and well circulated magazine in Assam.

But it is very true that I am missing these magazines here in Mumbai after the day of my landing over this Metropolitan city. My husband is also a book lover, but there is a very big difference between his choice and my choice of reading. We prefer totally different books……he likes to read the novels by different Famous English writers among whose I found many books written about the professionalism or about the success of life. He is a regular news paper and magazine reader. I have seen him to complete the whole daily news paper at the mid night also.

But I like to read some thing in my mother tongue which gives me some relaxation from my daily stretches of life. I like to read some good and quality story lines which takes me away from this world. I like to go through some poetry which lets me land at some other world where I can spend some of my quality time. But honestly I can not find whatever I want from my reading habit through the books which are not written in my mother tongue. That’s why I do not touch any books which are in my husband’s small and sweet library……may it be the International best seller or may it be by the award winning writer!!!

Yesterday, my brother Sagar Sourav gave me three magazines…..Prantik, Jeevan and Xatxori. My heavenly feelings of touching those magazines may not be a heart touching matter for those who are in Assam….who can get those magazines easily from any where out there. But these magazines mean a lot for me. I took them as if I was hungry for several years. It gave me the world’s pleasure which I was searching here in Mumbai from the day of my landing.

I simply thank my brother for those which could not be given by every body. I realized my absence in my homeland. I wish to get connected with those which carry the fragrance of my home land. Believe me; I had read two stories of Prantik and some of the write ups of Jeevan in my last night Mumbai local train journey, where most of the passengers were sleeping. But I was in my mood to read those as if some body gave me some thing which was far away from me for long time.

NB. I have already subscribed some of my favorite magazines to read them in Mumbai.

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]]>https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/the-pleasure-of-some-thing/feed/2stuti1I must say……may it be my appreciation or irritation.https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/i-must-say-may-it-be-appreciation-or-irritation/
https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/i-must-say-may-it-be-appreciation-or-irritation/#commentsThu, 08 Sep 2011 11:38:48 +0000http://stuti1.wordpress.com/?p=1186I was informed by my brother about the program. I did not attend such type of programs previously in the name of the great legend of Assam. He is Dr Bhupen Hazarika and today is his Birthday. He is still under treatment at the Kokilaben Dhiru Bhai Ambani Hospital, Mumbai. So the people of his homeland planed to gather at the Hospital venue to wish him for his birthday and to pray for a speedy recovery of his health.

I was also informed for the same. Once before I was informed by another group to the same venue to pray for his good health just after a few days of his admission at that hospital. That time, unfortunately I could not attend. So this time, I thought that I must attend this program since I had a keen desire to attend such a program which was meant for good deeds. Moreover I was rather interested to have a live look of our Bhupen da at the Hospital.

I knew nobody in that group who initiated today’s program…still I was there with my brother. I did not get any idea what might be there as the Birthday celebration. I was informed about the agenda in a rough way. Accordingly, I reached the Hospital venue expecting a very good and well organized get together where some celebrations would be there.

I had the great opportunity to meet Kalpana Lazmi and Manisha Hazarika…not exactly meeting, I had seen them lively through my eyes. They were talking with the people quite a few meters away from me. Manisha Hazarika was my favorite singer….So when she was there with us, my heart and mind became overwhelmed expecting her songs in that program….because listening Manisha Hazarika in Mumbai would be a very rare thing for me. I thought that every thing was organized previously and those people got together there accordingly with due permission of the Hospital authority.

But honestly I was wrong….The whole program was arranged outside the Hospital. Anyway, we all gathered outside the Hospital venue, but inside the Hospital campus. Bhupen da’s photo was sketched on a white board and was designed very nicely in a frame and a few lines of his evergreen song was written there also. Now it’s the time to celebrate his birthday. People presented out there would sign on that memorabilia one by one. Without any introduction, people started signing over there, wishing for his birthday and his good health. I was standing at one side observing all those activities people were doing there and wanted to do there!!!!

I met many renowned High profiled Assamese personalities who got settled down in Mumbai in the field of Music. I was glad to meet them and talk with them…because with my profession, I could never get the chance to meet them in my entire life also…we people are far away from this Music world. Anyway, the moment was started by one renowned sound designer and mixer in the film industry. So that moment must be captured in the camera. Cameraman started clicking the moment. What made me more puzzled and irritating was to see the other people who liked to be in that same frame with those personalities surrounding over them…who in fact introduced themselves to be very well to do and settled in that industry.

I got really confused exactly who were the celebrities or who were the freshers in that field. It was simply a photo session for me…I honestly mean it. I got puzzled why we people got together there…to wish Bhupen da for his Birthday or to do a photo shoot at the Kokilaben Dhirubhai Ambani Hospital venue???

Confusions got raised in my mind about the presence of those people who made the whole effort of that particular association a bit hazy in the eyes of every visitors of that Hospital. Some body asked some one just in front of my eyes about the purpose of that get together and the group who initiated the whole program. But very sadly, he could not reply properly. I have no complaint about the group whose effort was highly appreciated. But still I have some complaints about those who did not want to do any thing keeping themselves behind the screen.

People are really crazy about to focus themselves in the eyes of the society or in the eyes of the media. May be their profession demands to do their jobs in that way….I do not know.

But, to be very frank, today’s my experience was a mixed experience which carried both the side….appreciation and irritation.

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]]>https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/i-must-say-may-it-be-appreciation-or-irritation/feed/3stuti1Why it should be kept secret???https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/06/why-it-should-be-kept-secret/
https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/06/why-it-should-be-kept-secret/#commentsTue, 06 Sep 2011 11:01:33 +0000http://stuti1.wordpress.com/?p=1177https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/06/why-it-should-be-kept-secret/feed/1stuti1His tears have compelled me again.https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/05/his-tears-have-compelled-me-again/
https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/05/his-tears-have-compelled-me-again/#respondMon, 05 Sep 2011 06:33:02 +0000http://stuti1.wordpress.com/?p=1163I could not understand his feelings…..nor I could imagine what was in his heart for long time. I simply could imagine his feelings…could simply drop a few tear drops from my eyes also while he was shedding his tears in his mother’s arm.The whole atmosphere became so emotional that every body followed the same path who were present out there at the studio or who were watching the Live program like me.

Kishan Upadhyay, about whom I wrote in one of my previous blogs, have finally reunited with his lost family at the News Live studio. That waiting was over ultimately with a very emotional and heart touching moment….that moment which we could simply watch or we could simply assume.

Honestly speaking, I have not seen such type of situation or have not listened such type of story line in some one’s real life. Whatever I can imagine those pictures in movies only whose plots are not real in the real sense. One mother may get back his lost son after years back whom she lost in the grand Kumbh Mela or whom she lost in the busy streets of Mumbai or some platforms. But in the real life, this sort of story lines are really unbelievable.

Just like Kishan’s word…it’s some thing which he could say a Fairy Tale. Beyond which he even could not imagine what he got in that news channel studio yesterday. News live has made a historical scenario by completing their adventure in searching Kishan’s lost family. But more than that, I think News Live has given lives to those people who were alive, but with the artificial breath in their language; who were complete but still incomplete; who got every thing, but still missing some thing…..it was amazing as Kishan said the first word after meeting his mother with a heavy mind and heart… with a never ending emotions which he carried for 42 long years.

He once again shared every thing on the screen how he became the Professor of the Duke University, USA from the street boy in Kathmandu.

Once again, I simply wish Kishan and his reunited family a secure life ahead with full of joy and happiness.

Kishan with his mother and sister

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]]>https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/05/his-tears-have-compelled-me-again/feed/0stuti122661_sThe Full Moon at the Circlehttps://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/03/the-full-moon-at-the-circle/
https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/03/the-full-moon-at-the-circle/#commentsSat, 03 Sep 2011 08:05:50 +0000http://stuti1.wordpress.com/?p=1160She liked poetry. He also liked it. They recited their own poetry together in their university days, which were the golden days of her life…..she realizes it now. She realizes those beautiful moments when she does not get enough time to remind them, she realizes them when she gets involved so badly in her married life’s daily problems. She still writes poetry, but now her husband does not have enough time to listen them…who once was mad for those poetry. She got surprised at her husband’s indifferent attitude towards her poetry, who once was crazy about her half written poetry also.

She simply lives her life by taking the breaths as usual with an as usual daily routine. She does not think it life….for her, life is what she had at her university days with the same person as lover who is now her husband. Now they are passing their time in the same house, but with different life style. They are simply house mates, not the soul mates; they share the same room only…not the affection which they had before.

One day she came across with a person at one nursing home where she got admitted by him after an accident. He met her with a bunch of flower at their first meeting for which she was crying before her husband many days. She loves flowers, but her husband is never in the mood of giving her the same. In fact, he gets irritated in her poetry also rather than to listen them. Her husband argues that time has changed…now its not the suitable time to write poetry, to recite poetry or to listen poetry. He becomes so busy in his professional life that now he even can not think about poetry.

But she has not changed herself….she is the same what she was in her past life. So she again falls in love with life….with words…with poetry…but this time not with her husband, but with that person who is a POET by profession and who gave rebirth her life.

This is the story line of one short film which I watched yesterday at Rang channel.

Yes, this is true…this sort of life lines may survive in many closed flats in almost all the cities…where the life runs so fast and hectic that people has not enough time to think beyond their profession.

I still remember when my room mate said that she forgot how to sing….who was once the best singer in her college days. Whose singing touched many people’s heart and mind like me in our hostel days. I came to listen many unknown songs of Jayanta Hazarika only by her singing. To be very honest, I felt sorry for her when she told that she forgot almost all the songs because there was nobody to encourage her singing after her marriage.

I personally felt very difficult to survive in a materialistic city like Mumbai at my first few days just after my landing. I could not adjust with the hectic routines of my husband…because for me life is not meant to take our regular breaths. For me life is more beyond that. I also have a busy professional life…but in between I like to enjoy my life also.

But slowly, I started adjusting myself with this busy city and with my busy life also. My husband never discourages me whatever I am doing…may it be my boring blog writing habit also, may it be my worst paintings also or may it be my Mathematics books also. He supports everything in which I get my pleasure. He provides me whatever I want. But he can not manage his time to accompany me. So I started consoling myself and preparing myself mentally for whatever I am doing there may not be my husband’s presence….I started feeling his presence spiritually rather than his physical presence.

My husband may not be with me in enjoying the Full Moon in the open sky or the heavy rains in which I like to lose myself. But still I enjoy them…still I like to be in those heavenly moments.

After all, we have to run our life….what do you say???

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]]>https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/03/the-full-moon-at-the-circle/feed/1stuti1He touched my heart…..honestlyhttps://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/02/he-touched-my-heart-honestly/
https://stuti1.wordpress.com/2011/09/02/he-touched-my-heart-honestly/#respondFri, 02 Sep 2011 10:28:20 +0000http://stuti1.wordpress.com/?p=1157He simply remembers her face in a hazy picture….he forgot almost all the moments spent with her. But still he is in the hope of meeting her again once in his life. He is searching every where her face….he is listening every where minutely in the hope of that voice which he heard long 42 years back. He never thinks that she may be no more in this world. His heart always speaks to him that he will definitely meet her in his life…..may it be for the last time or may it be that she can not recognize him at their meeting.

Yes, I am talking about Kishan Upadhyay….he is the Associate Professor of one University in USA. He met one of his school friend in Facebook to whom he opened his most secret wish which he was carrying all the time in his heart. He has been searching for his mother and sister whom he left 42 years back.

His mother was an Assamese who left him at some relatives’ house along with his sister due to some unavoidable circumstances. At that time Kishan was a kid…at that age he could not understand what could be the reason for which his mother left them at some one’s place leaving her husband. Kishan and his sister simply kept waiting for their mother for several years. But she did not return back to that place. Due to some unspoken circumstances, some one took these brother and sister to Kathmandu, Nepal, where they started their new life passing through terrible struggles of their life. Kishan started working at hotels as hotel boy. But he could not continue that for long time….he was to leave that job.

At his jobless time, he started collecting the garbages from the roads of Kathmandu for his hungry stomach. At that time, he was with his sister Maya Devi. But very unfortunately, one day he fell down on the road due to his weak health and he was taken to the hospital by some one. But after his release from that hospital, he did not find his sister. She had also left him without his knowledge.

From that day, Kishan started searching his family silently every where. He was taken at one Orphanage from where he started his education life. Kishan had proved the meaning of the statement “Where there is a WILL, there is a WAY.” He got the highest achievements in his career and one day got settled down in US accepting the opportunities given by the United States of America. Now Kishan is a well settled citizen of America with his American wife and their two kids.
But still he is incomplete without his mother’s face, without his sister’s helping hand. He believes so….that’s why he keeps on searching them every where and praying for them silently in the hope that one day they will definitely reunite at some place, but does not know when, how, where???

His Facebook School friend suggested him to contact News Live, the local News channel of Guwahati through which he could get some informations about the whereabout and about the survival of his lost family. Accordingly, News Live arranged one program only because of Kishan’s pathetic life story which might touch many people’s heart and might help him in searching his lost family. News Live stepped forward also to give the message of Kishan to his lost family through that program.

Surprisingly, just after few days of that program, News Live got the success in searching Kishan’s sister, who claimed herself like that mentioning many lines of their life of togetherness. Now it was Kishan’s responsibility to identify his sister…he recognized her very well in the TV screen with whom he was disconnected for long years. That was really a dramatic moment for every one presented out there and for the audience also who were watching that program like me. I was really getting emotional of the meeting of those brother and sister who spoke to each other in their mother tongue Nepali through the TV screen sitting at two different corners of the world….one was at Tinsukia, Upper Assam and another was at some place of USA.

Through his sister Maya Devi, News live was informed about the present status Kishan’s mother. Now she is in Kathmandu with the step brother of Kishan….Kishan’s mother Umoti Devi got married with another person due to some unspoken reasons which she did not want to disclose in the TV screen. That day, the TV screen was covered by three faces…Kishan, his mother and his sister…all were at totally different parts of the world. They talked to each other and Kishan promised to meet his family very shortly in that next week after completing the necessary jobs to fly from USA to Assam.

Now Kishan is coming to Assam and News Live will telecast live the complete moment of this lost family’s reunion. Kishan’s life really touched my heart….it compelled my tears to come out from the core of my heart without my knowledge. I am simply waiting for the time of their meeting after long 42 years.